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Somewhere, in the far quiet of the shrubberies, a nightingale was communing with its own heart in liquid undertones; and in Roy's heart there dwelt an iridescence of peace and pain and longing shot through with hope
The car was crossing the snow-flecked river and flying low. Norman raised himself and made out, in the edge of the timber below them, a group of deer. "Don't shoot," he protested. "What's the use?" But his admonition was too late. Roy's twenty-two had already sounded. However, nothing but a bullet was lost.
But his talk, if unpalatable, was more tonic than he knew; because Roy's love for India went deeper than he knew. The justice of Jiwán Singh's reproach; the hint at tragic severance of the two countries mingled within him, waked him effectually from semi-torpor; and the process was as painful as the tingling renewal of life in a frozen limb.
These thoughts shot through Roy's brain, as he selected a file from his fortunate find, and began working away at the hasp of the padlock. Above him he could hear the low grumbling growl of the voices of his guardians. But they came very faintly. "Lucky thing they are in the front room," thought Roy, as he worked on, "otherwise, they might hear this."
Since she went, he had longed for the boy; but remembering her plea on that summer day of decision her mountain-top of philosophy, 'to take by leaving, to hold by letting go' he had studiously refrained from pressing Roy's return. Now, at a word from Tara, he had sped home in the hot season; and hard on the heels of a mysteriously broken engagement had claimed her at sight.
Roy's face shone as Miss Bertram's sweet voice rang out triumphantly. "'the fight was won, and the regiment saved By those two little dots in red!" "Oh, how I wish I could be a soldier!" was the muttered exclamation of Roy, "I shall never be able to serve the Queen now!"
"Having provided a good horse and equipt himself for the journey, he set out without any attendance, and in a few hours arrived at Craigroiston, where, meeting with some of Rob Roy's men, he told them he had business of great importance to deliver to their master in private. Rob Roy having notice of it, ordered them to give him admittance. As soon as he came in, the Captain demanded his business.
It is a plaguy length; the air itself is never sung, and its place can well be supplied by one or two songs for fine airs that are not in your list. For instance, "Craigieburn-wood" and "Roy's Wife". The first, besides its intrinsic merit, has novelty; and the last has high merit, as well as great celebrity.
They both said "Amen" to these words, and these were all their prayers. Roy's rebellion of heart was gone now, but his feelings were not yet calmed. He leaped up, and, raising his sister, kissed her almost violently. "Now, lass, we have prayed, and I do believe that God will answer us; so I'll take my gun and snow-shoes, an' off to the woods to look for a deer.
It sat with me on the crupper as we rode into Roy's tavern. Marks and Peppers and the club-footed Malan were all moving somewhere in our front. Hawk Rufe was not intending to watch six hundred black cattle filing into his pasture with thirty dollars lost on every one of their curly heads.
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